After cooking a bunch of turkeys yesterday/lastnight/this morning, I get home from delivering the last load to find that something had walked off with one of the racks from my AmQ that was sitting on a 12' high deck with no stairs. It had some tasty morsels on it and I guess it was too much to resist for some coon or really big bird. Tomorrow I go varmit hunting.
Then I go to dinner where the waiter sees the book I'm reading (Adam Perry Lang's Serious BBQ) and tells me he's a caterer. I ask him what kind of food he does and he says BBQ, of course(great, more competition). Then I ask what he cooks on, and he says a crockpot(forget about the competition). Then I knew it had to be one of you guys playing a joke on me. So, where were the cameras hiding? Don't worry, after I get Smokin's Holiday brine smell out of my pores, I'll think it's funny too.
